by Alexis Child
I have grown weary of the day
The evening draws near
With death as a glimmer in my eye
Drink from sorrow
The well is filled with dread
The fields darken
The home is lonesome
I sit silent before the lamp
I rant and write a poem
No friends are visible anymore
The hour sinks in alien night
The sky falls down inside us
like malignant poison
The shadows shimmer 'never ever'
We look deep in the stillness
The soft light descends into me
as a dark dream
© 2019 Alexis Child. All rites reserved until the worms crawl in…
Alexis Child hails from Toronto, where horror in its purest form
is a calculated crime against both the aspirations of the soul and
affections of the heart. She worked at a Call Crisis Centre,
befriending demons of the mind that roam freely amongst her writings,
once lived with a Calico-cat child sleuthing all that went bump in the
night, and is haunted by the memory of her cat.
Her fiction has been
featured in Schlock Magazine, The Official Fields of the Nephilim
SinisterCity, and U.K.’s Dark of Night Magazine.
Her poetry has been featured in numerous online and print
publications, including Aphelion, Black Petals, Blood Moon Rising
Magazine, The Horror Zine and elsewhere.
Her first collection of poetry, Devil
in the Clock, a dark and sinister slice of macabre horror,
gothic, surreal &
supernatural poetry is now available on Amazon.
Visit her website: http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/alexischild/
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